Crown Hotel.
Inside the private room.
Shi Tou's palms were already sweating.
As time went by, his heartbeat grew faster and faster, and he became increasingly uneasy.
He understood that Black Panther was now crippled, and Zhao Wuji was right; the underground world in Yun City was unstable and still needed someone like Zhao Wuji to support it.
In the eyes of Ye Guichen, someone like him was probably just an ant.
Who would care about the hatred of an ant?
Li Ruoxuan was also clutching her reddened cheek, filled with unease.
The only thought in her mind was whether the Mr. Ye they mentioned could be Ye Guichen?
Zhao Wuji, however, was sitting there smoking a cigarette with a nonchalant attitude.
"Alright, time's up." Seeing that half an hour had passed, Zhao Wuji looked at Shi Tou, "Shi Tou, I'm giving you a chance. Strip this girl named Li as a token of loyalty."
Shi Tou seemed to relax all at once and sat down on the ground heavily.
